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Kilroy Was Here

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This is Larry's return to the hardcore emotional lyrics we are expecting of him. The last Black 47 release was a big flop to me. It was reggai based and lacked the depth of the first few albums (problem the record companies doings). This is definetely touching a new side of Larry that is excellent. A singer with his guitar. Great Album!

Fans of Black 47 are used to Larry Kirwan's excellent writing, wonderful storytelling, and distinctive voice. We are also used to outstanding musicianship. Kirwan delivers all of this and more on this solo effort. This is not a Black 47 performance (it's much too quiet for that!) though there are recognizable connections between this CD and some of the more popular tracks off Black 47s Trouble in the Land CD (like "Tramps Heartbreak" and "Fallin off the edge of America"). Kirwan works with an interesting mix of outstanding musicians on this CD and the overall performance is excellent. My pattern with this CD followed my usual pattern with Kirwan's work: when I first heard it I thought "what in the world has he done this time? I don't like it at all!" And then, sure enough, after another listen or two I found myself catching on, appreciating each song at many levels. Now I find myself listening to it over and over again. Congratulations to Larry Kirwan for another outstanding effort.

I have long been an admirer of Kirwan's work, and while I knew this effort would be a good and noble one, there was no way I could have known just how much so, until I could listen alone and concentrate on the material.

Telling a story is an art at which Kirwan excels, as I have learned from listening to his work with Black 47, and also from his excellent CD, ''Keltic Kids''.

''Kilroy was Here'' is quite the stylistic departure from his previous work, with a brass section, fiddles, and guitar in tight ensemble. The songs are long enough to let the listener wallow, and poignant enough to inspire tears, and the overall effect is Magickal.

There are touches of humor, too, namely the Dylanesque ''History of Ireland, Part 1''. In places, I could almost swear I was listening to Bob, until Kirwan's light brogue and charming inflections took over. Commentary interjected throughout by Malachy MacCourt is a treat:

''...gettin' Ollie Cromwell p****d off was not a good idea...''

If I had to choose my favorite songs, I would go with ''Molly'', ''Kilroy was Here'', ''Life's Like That, Isn't It?'', ''Girl in the Rain'', ''Spanish Moon'', and ''Walkin' With Her God''.

''Molly'' evokes images from James Joyce's ''Ulysses'', of course, and appears to be told from the point of view of Molly Bloom's lover. The chorus is beautifully enhanced by Suzzy Roche's backing vocals, and I am left wondering how any woman could resist such an eloquent plea:

''Don't go Molly/Don't go darlin'/We can make it if we try/Don't disappear back into him/ Don't say goodbye''

''Kilroy was Here'' depicts the lonely, transient state of any World War II serviceman on leave, in search of a little companionship: the man who did not want to spend his furlough in some crowded, noisy bar. He finds what he is seeking, but must leave it behind, and is lonelier than when he started out, especially once he realizes that his companion will not wait for his return, but will forget him the moment someone more compelling comes along. The atmosphere feels like a foggy autumn night, stars and moon hidden by the vaporish cataract as a man in uniform wanders a deserted street. The bygone era I sense can only been seen in black and white, as in ''Casablanca''.

''On the quayside she waits, her face cold and ashen/Shiverin' with fear, we used to call it passion''

''Life's Like That, Isn't It?'' sounds biographical, even confessional. If the story of the boy's acquisition of the guitar parallels how Kirwan got his first guitar, then we should all be thanking his father for being savvy enough to buy it. I can visualize every scene Kirwan sets in this song, especially the young boy with his guitar, ''turning pain to music'' as he plays for his parents and tries not to be jealous of his father. And how well he documents the boy's conflict over religion:

''The boy is religious, serves Mass at the Friary/He's got a crush on St. Anthony/Got a hot date with him when he gets to Heaven/But it's still hard to get up at twenty to seven/On a gale-force mornin', slates hittin' the streets/Exploding in smithereens all around him/He runs in fear past the deserted garden/Where a man hung himself, his soul ever after/Sentenced to roam in search of salvation''

''Girl in the Rain'' makes me think of Wuthering Heights. I recall that final time when Cathy runs after Heathcliff, into the wind and the rain, after he has oveheard that dreadful speech she makes to Nelly Dean: ''It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now.''

As in that sad story, one senses the girl in the song cannot be comforted, no matter how gentle and kind her savior. The song is all the man's plea to the woman, with no reply from her.

''Hey you, girl in despair/Your lips so naked/I can feel every fear that you feel''

This is a nice idea, but if I were the girl in question, I would wonder how any man, or any other woman, for that matter, could possibly feel exactly what I was in a moment like that. Fear and pain are such individual experiences after all. However, the man, ''Edgar'', if you will, certainly deserves some credit for trying, and it makes for a beautiful song.

''Spanish Moon'' makes me want to look into the Franco era in Spain, and what sorts of things went on in that time. Kirwan speaks of ''duende'' in his essay about the CD, which he has posted on the Black 47's website, but I am at a loss for what this might mean. There is a fiery fierceness to this song, though, which sounds to me like rebel spirits refusing to be conquered, and the poet Copernicus heightens this effect with his Spanish recitations throughout the piece.

''The poet lives forever, the general dies alone/Barely the size of a greyhound/Listen to the b*****d moan/As the priest croons Extreme Unction/Does he see the poet's face/Shattered like a gypsy mirror/Cold threads in a spider's lace/And the night screams/''Jesu Christi, what have you done/Spilt drops of blood on my Spanish Moon''

''Walking with her God'' describes the daily pain and frustration endured by the partner of a person in the grip of substance abuse. In ''Josie's'' case, it is heroin, but it could be anything addictive, really. This one builds like a puzzle, pieces falling into place one by one until the shattering climactic verse:

''She's smiling at an angel/She's noticed on the wall/And though it's just a shadow/She's named it Gabriel/She doesn't hear a word I say/Though she agrees with everything/And when I'm gone she'll rip me off/Just like she did last week/I've done everything but nail her to the floor/'Cause she'd rip the flesh off her bones if it would help her score''

In all the songs, Kirwan conjures images that stay in the mind and haunt. Part of this is the sheer skill of his writing. The other part is his elegant delivery of the lyrics. His precise diction, combined with his natural instinct for cadence and rhythm, makes every syllable clear, but without affectation. He makes excellent use of the wide range of expression his voice is capable of, from the softest of whispers to cries of anguish. It is pure, melodic recitation at its finest.